I don't own Chrono Trigger.

Silent Whispers

Chapter 3 – Regrets

It hurts. By god, it hurts. But it's better, I guess. The physical pail numbs the ache of the soul. Though it still hurts. I guess it's only fitting I got short in the chest, right above my heart. Heh. Ouch…

To be honest, I don't know what I was thinking when I ran here. I think this was my first time in years of not thinking, just going where my heart wanted me to go, which in this case was as far away from them as possible…

It felt weird… but good. Even though I felt like crap. I still do. –cough-

Why did I come here? What was I expecting to find? Answers?

For the first time in my life, I have no questions.

Hope?

I'm too far gone into despair.

Salvation?

The hell I'm going through is my own fault. I admit that much. All because I was too much of a coward to actually look for… for what?

…Love?

I didn't find it back there, or should I say, then… why should it be waiting for me here, years upon years into the future? Maybe that's exactly what I was looking for…

None of the above.

Lucca pushed herself up, gripping her chest tightly. Her breathing was ragged and occasionally blood came up in a nasty cough. Her Wondershot was almost too heavy for her to hold, but she still held it firmly at the threat the approaching robot posed. Yes, even after they changed history, there were still hostile robots in that time. Guess nothing could be changed completely…

It charged forward, yet she retaliated, not minding her wounds. She was still far too frustrated to drop dead.

Why am I so mad about it? Because he chose her? Because he left me? Or is it a combination, and the fact that in doing so he saw her as better than me… Or maybe I'm mad at myself for taking him for granted.

I always thought I'd be the one winning him over. I donno, ever since we were kids it was always Lucca and Crono, Crono and Lucca. The punk and the nerd. Complete opposites, but I guess that's what's gotten us together… opposites attract and all that jazz. But that wasn't enough, was it? Something in common was missing. Something more than just us both being weirdoes…

The robot was now a pile of spare parts on the floor, but more were coming, she knew it. She didn't care, though, as she was beginning to feel just a little bit better, having vented a bit of her emotions… yet she was feeling worse yet. Blood lose, you see.

The girl leant against the wall, still clutching her chest, not willing to fall but unable to stand. The Wondershot fell to the floor in her stead as she clang to the wall.

"Why…"

She whispered as she closed her eyes as the tears began to fall once again.

Why…

Maybe it really is my fault. I always paid more attention to my inventions than I had to him. But I already admitted that I've taken him for granted, haven't I? Thinking he'd always be there for me. Thinking things would always be the same until the day we naturally fell in love, got married and lived happily ever after.

I fell for him, all right. Fell head over heels, straight on my face and broke my glasses.

He hopped over me with a laugh and left me in the dust.

Well, don't worry about me, just run over to the cutie over there.

I promise I won't ruin your wedding day.

Her legs finally gave way and Lucca collapsed, leaving blood marks on the wall behind her. The floor was cold but it didn't register on her senses as she blinked in and out of consciousness.

"Lucca…"

The sound of metal hitting metal was also just barely recognizable.

What do you think I'd have looked like in a wedding dress, Crono?

"Lucca?"

Of course, it wouldn't be white. I don't look that good in white. How about cream? Light purple, maybe? Of course, we could always get married in the nude… *giggle*

"Madam Lucca!"

Don't call me that, Crono… call me missus Crono… *giggle* like you… like you would… Marle…

The cold metallic hand on her shoulder finally registered, and she looked up at the robot she repaired several years ago. A slight smile rose to her lips, less at the chance of being saved, more at the realization that when she'll take her last breath, thinking about her loved one, she wouldn't be alone. She always considered robots above most humans, anyways.

I'm a real idiot, you know that, Crono? Yet, that's right. Your precious genius is a stupid idiot. Humans aren't like experiments, where you get either a yes or a no as to what you were expecting… I… I should've asked you instead of assuming. I… shouldn't have taken you for granted.

"Ne… Robo…"

The humanoid robot looked at the human he held dearest with kind intent buried deep behind his visionary sensors.

"Yes, Madam Lucca?"

"Why are… humans so… unpredictable?"

"That is what makes humans humans, and that's what allowed you and your friends to save this world of ours."

"Will it make me… bad… to wish none of this…. Had ever happened?"

She asked, barely keep conscious. His metal hand brushed against her hair in the closest he could to compassion.

"No. It'll make you human…"

"Yey me…"

She coughed some blood on his tinned chest as he turned her around gently so she would face him as he held her.

"And it'll make you yourself, whom I wouldn't have any other way."

She snuggled against him, the chill radiating from his metallic body discarded in comparison to the mental warmth he provided.

"Robo… what color do you think would look good on me?"

"Any color you like, Madam Lucca."

"Think… Crono would… like it too?"

"I'm sure of it."

"Yey…"

Her breathing slowly became shallower and shallower, and her body became limper still, as her breathing completely stopped. The robot cringed as he felt something like a malfunction in his programming , yet knew all too well. He felt the same thing when they first went against Lavos, in which their unofficial leader sacrificed his life for the greater good. He was feeling sadness.

"Lucca…"

Another metal hitting metal was heard, drawing Robo's attention. He quickly realized the nature of one of the metals, which wasn't a metal at all, rather, the ancient material known as Rainbow Shell. The newcomer stared at the limp body in the robot's arms, and his voice, which he seldom used, refused to come out in even the smallest of gasps. He gripped the Gate Key tightly, almost breaking it. He failed. He failed himself, he failed the people back home, but above all, he failed her. The painful truth dawned on him as for the first time in his life, he was brought to tears.

"Crono…"

He was too late.